➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 004

Arielle Lavaste

My footsteps are dreaded as I make my way across to where Jungkook was drunkenly dancing in the embrace of some girl. Said girl made it a chore to grind up his crotch no matter how swayingly Jungkook clung to her.
Couldn't she see just how drunk her dancing partner was?

I contemplate on nicely asking her to remove herself from him,but the dirty looks she sent my way as I neared them,said something else.
Opting for the latter option of rather removing Jungkook from her,and I struggle to not return the nasty look she gifts my way. Hell,I was probably stealing her lay for the night,wasn't I?

"Hey-wait what?"
The girl asks pissed,and she looks about ready to start preaching profanities.

"Would you rather sleep with a drunk,dazed half awake boy? I don't think you want to upset me,as his mother myself?"
I know I'm lying,but it'll never beat the way her eyes widen comically as she backs away from us immediately.

"What-
He's underage?"
Her voice sounds as if there's a tremble to it,and briefly I kind of feel bad.But it spared me from more amounts of work,so I let the relief smother the guilt of lying.

"N-yes,he indeed is,now I'd appreciate it if you'd get away from my son and allow me to pass so that we can get home."
Damn,I was lying tons now just wasn't I,but it's not as if this wasn't what my daily job entailed,lying to million's of people on a daily basis due to Jungkook's fucked up choices.

Said Jungkook even now,had the audacity to play along with my lie in his drunken state,if his arms tightening around my waist is anything to take account for.

"You came to fetch me?
Mommy?..."
If I wasn't mistaken,I'd swear there was a mischievous glint in his eyes,along with that of the slight smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Sorry,if you'd just excuse me... I'd love to just get him home if you don't mind-"
I ask of the girl still staring at Jungkook in disbelief and regret,but she doesn't hesitate to leave us be.
Mumbling the last of her apologies.

"Yes, yes and I'm so sorry,
I really never knew he was underage!"she says in a bit of a panicked voice which made me feel even the more bad.
Damn you,Jeon Jungkook.

"Don't worry about it,
we'll just-be taking our leave now."
My tone most probably showcasing my discomfort,because Jungkook was no longer cradled underneath my arm,he was towering at his full height above me,his head coming to lie on my shoulder.
And he looked nothing sort of a scared guilty son when his mother embarrassingly fetched him from his late night doings.

Wasn't this women finding anything weird about this situation?
Or are sons nowadays this close with their mother's?

I'm in deep discomfort,with that of supporting Jungkook's heavy weight as he leaned most of it on my shoulder,for God saken damnit. He was both taller and heavier than me! How in the hell is he making me, support his weight?

I shrug him off once were outside of the packing loud club,and of those of any prying eyes. It's all for nothing though, because Jungkook opts to clung to my waist even tighter as he breaths down my neck, causing little bumps in its wake.

"We both know you're not that drunk as to where you can't stand on you're own Jeon."
I sighs irritatedly,the tone of his designated driver ringing in my ear,but to no avail does anyone pick up?

Did this mean,I'd have to escort this piece of shit home myself?

"Oh,but you said it yourself mommy,I'm just a drunk boy who upset his mother.
Isn't that right, mommy?"
I don't know why,but his voice having that whiny tilt to it when he mentions the word mommy does things to my nerve endings,and it probably shows all in the way I stiffen in his embrace.

"Don't call me that!"
I whisper out,voice tensed as his chuckles fill my ears,and I shove him off.

"Ahh,that hurt mother!
Or should I rather,mommy?"
He says slyly when he comes to lean against me,and I don't think I've ever been as annoyed as I was currently.

Deciding to rather call my own transportation,since his showed no signs of appearing in my opinion.
Later,Jungkook has decided to settle against my legs,his head nudging at my upper thighs where his eyes flutter close before opening again briefly.

I couldn't help,but find it a little cute.
I was only a mere woman looking down at a fringe of dark hair repeatedly falling into a huffing and pouting man's face.
Pleased that I was no longer the only one annoyed.

When my driver stops in front of us,and when I move to get Jungkook up and standing,I find him to be sleeping.
I don't think I've seen a better portrait of being at peace as his soft snores filled my ears.

Why'd you have to go and fall asleep now?

I have no choice but to ask my driver to help him into the car,cause there was just no way I'd be able to do it myself.
I slightly relax when we're away from the pavement we were stood at,and Jungkook was safe next to me. God only knows why there wasn't anyone that recognized him,but I'm thankful anyway.

Once we're finally on my apartment floor,given that I had no clue where the hell Jungkook lived of his four apartment in the city and his lone cabin in the woods,him still leaning a decent amount of his weight on my sore shoulder as I unlock my door.

As the lights flicker on,he groans , burying his head in the space meeting shoulder and neck. I feel him take a deep breath, a slight movement of his lips as he mumbled.

"You smell nice."

Shrugging him off of me once again,I lead his swaying body to that of the sofa in my living room,and he immediately falls atop it,face first into that of the cushions as he lets out a moan.

"You'll be sleeping here then,I guess."

Later when I enter my lounge again,I spot his long hair hanging off of that of side of my sofa,both feet unclad of his combat boots, exposing socks that looked like it belonged on his hands,as gloves?

Not bothering to do anything other than settling his hanging arm onto that of his stomach,before I cover him with one of my blankets,suited to cover most of his form so that he wouldn't get cold through the night.

When I go to move away,after staring at his sleeping face for a decent amount of time,he catches my wrist in his hold.

"Stay,just a little bit.
Please?"
A soft whisper leaves him,and I sigh because no amount of tugging was going to free my wrist from his right grip.

So I instead opt to settle my head against that of his thigh,my wrist still in his hold as his breathing settled to deeper snores.
Slowly,I unfortunately started feeling myself drift off to,and the last image before I close my eyes is his hand closing around that of my palm,still feeling his gentle hold on it as I drift off to the deep dark abyss behind my eyes.

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